You'll Be Amazed by How Much Jun Ji Hyun's Wardrobe Costs in The Legend of the Blue Sea
The final episode of The Legend of the Blue Sea left us in tears (obviously not convertible to pearls like Sim Cheong's, but happy tears nonetheless), and now that it's finally over, we can't help but feel suddenly nostalgic. The sizzling chemistry between Jun Ji Hyun and Lee Min Ho is already a given, but their mystical love story aside, we're definitely going to miss Korea's best dressed mermaid.
The 35-year-old actress has never once failed to pique our sartorial interest in the fantasy drama as she kept our eyes peeled for one designer outfit after another. And in case you're wondering, it'll certainly cost more than just a few hundred bucks to dress like Sim Cheong. Sure, she fishes for clothes out of a garbage bin, but her wardrobe stylist made quite sure that it was loaded with fresh-off-the-runway picks from Dolce & Gabbana, Tom Ford, Miu Miu, and other luxury labels. See some of her best fashion moments below.
Dolce & Gabbana Sequined Short-Sleeve Finale Dress, $5595, bergdorfgoodman.com
Technically, this is their first date in the series, so what better way to establish the scene than to have the female lead wearing something pretty (and super shiny) in pink, right?
Manolo Blahnik Hangisi Satin Flats in Green, $921, harrods.com
The same outfit has an accompanying Cinderella moment in the first episode, where Lee Min Ho slips a pair of bejeweled flats onto her wounded feet—because frankly, who needs glass slippers when you can easily afford a pair of Blahniks?
Miu Miu Oversized Checked Cotton-Poplin Shirt, $1050, net-a-porter.com
For the most part of the second episode, Jun Ji Hyun is found wearing an oversized shirt that's meant to look like she borrowed it from Lee Min Ho's closet. We can't imagine him shopping at Miu Miu though, but who's complaining?
Lanvin Long Herringbone Coat, $2854, farfetch.com
That episode where the two finally reunite in Seoul has the scene with Jun Ji Hyun scavenging for clothes in the trash bin, and that's where she finds this double breasted lapel coat from Lanvin. Ooh, jackpot!
Missoni Fringe Cashmere Cardigan, $5080, modaoperandi.com
You might also remember that multi-colored fringe cardigan that she wore the entire time she was in the hospital—yup, you guessed it! That five-thousand-dollar outerwear also came from the same litterbin.
Miu Miu Guipure Lace-trimmed Checked Wool Coat, $2500, net-a-porter.com
The job description? Handing out flyers! But make no mistake—her work outfit will still put yours to shame.
Dolce & Gabbana Pineapple-Printed Silk Twill Shirt, $995, luisaviaroma.com
Even her pajama game is strong! Can't imagine a more stylish way to hit the sack than in D&G.
Dolce & Gabbana Metallic Chevron Frayed Dress, $2884, farfetch.com
This mermaid sure knows how to pick the right dress to be the star of the party. Combined with the power of a bright red lip, her black and gold frock is a total scene-stealer.
Dolce & Gabbana Tie-Front Polka-Dot Print Charmeuse Dress, $1614, matchesfashion.com
Speaking of parties, you might remember a scene in episode 15 where she suddenly decides to throw herself a birthday bash—and she plucked a dress from D&G's Resort 2017 collection to get the job done! (In case you haven't noticed yet, she's a huge fan of the Italian fashion house.)
Balmain Bandage Mini Dress, $1855; and Balmain Cropped Suede Jacket, $4500, balmain.com
All eyes were on Jun Ji Hyun when she entered the club in her skintight mini dress and cropped moto jacket. When it comes to stealing the spotlight, surely, nothing does it better than Balmain.
Tom Ford Sequin-Embellished Skirt, $4950, mytheresa.com; Tom Ford Stand-Collar Batwing Tunic, $2450, neimanmarcus.com; Tom Ford Small Sienna Clutch, $850, tomford.com
The two found themselves partners in crime in season nine as they pretended to be a billionaire couple. We don’t know about you, but with Jun Ji Hyun dressed in everything Tom Ford, we’re sold.
This story originally appeared on Preview.ph.
* Minor edits have been made by the Candymag.com editors.
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If you know me, and know me well, I am not the biggest fan of idyllic lifestyles. With a Type A personality, I act immediately upon whatever challenge that needs to be addressed. I actually enjoy keeping my mind preoccupied: doing university work in my favourite cafe then running errands around town, grocery shopping here, updating my accounts there, photocopying documents on the way down the street - all just in time before having a glass of champagne at the bar with my friends come evening.
And so, you could imagine my bewilderment when the next challenge to be faced was an extensive self-quarantine protocol. I didn’t know what to do when my greatest responsibility in this situation was to do nothing at all. My first few attempts to combat my consternation were very much rooted in distraction and imagination. My distractions involved conducting research, writing songs, calling family and friends, filming videos, and eating chocolate! My imaginations and fantasies were centred on travelling, shopping, even clubbing (which I rarely do) for when they find a cure to COVID-19. I did anything and everything that could be considered constructive in order to pass the time, mainly hoping I could just undertake the basic human necessities to survive - that is, eat and sleep the day through - until the next day comes, until the world is closer to becoming a better place, until quarantine ends, until my flight follows through, until I see my family and friends again.
Days in self-isolation and suspended flights turned to weeks and turned to months. By the third extension here in Spain where I study Fashion Business, I had to tell myself this shall be my new normal now, that I was blessed to be healthy, that I was tired of merely existing and missed what it was like to actually live - even if just within four walls. Little by little, I began to find significance in the simple occurrences of the day: the soft glare of the rising sun beaming golden streaks through my bedroom window upon waking up, the fragrance of freshly washed bed sheets that I had painstakingly hung to fit a relatively small clothes rack without crumpling them, the crunch and tanginess of warm toasted bread topped with raspberry marmalade, the buzzing sound of a phone call from home just waiting to be answered, to the caress of a fuzzy sweater to keep warm at night. I realised, “What pleasures to be enjoyed in the pause of slow living!” Through this continued pause, which I loathed at first, I began to appreciate each moment of the day rather than wish it would pass more swiftly, moments I had overlooked so often before the lockdown. I started to find that the challenge of self-isolation was never to pause both the regular routines of life as well as the positive emotions that came with these - as initially, I thought it meant to pause all happiness, so as to withstand a time of endurance in hopes for a better tomorrow, much like a form of delaying gratification. Life is just too fragile these days to delay gratification any further.
Life has paused, but it has not stopped. Believe that like any punctuation mark in a sentence, the pause will provide the right timing of things to take place. Till then, let us not waste our time waiting. Instead, we could be in the moment, seek substance in simplicity (that is, in what we already have), And enjoy the pleasure in pause. “Practice the Pause. When in doubt, pause. When angry, pause. When tired, pause. When stressed, pause. And when you pause, pray.”
Here's my two cents on the letter, call for help of our medical frontliners. Let’s hear what our healthcare workers have to say and try to understand it from their point of view, they have every right to criticize how this medical crisis is being handled by the government... after all, they're the experts on the topic. Though we see the frontliners as heroes in our eyes, the lack of concrete plans from the government to combat COVID-19 makes them feel otherwise. Healthcare workers are already starting to voice out how they feel as though they are being sacrificed as they follow through their sworn oath. We wouldn’t send our soldiers to war unarmed and without a concrete plan; the same should be expected for our frontliners. How can we send them to battle without proper gear? Why is there still a debate on whether mass testing is needed or not when the experts on that field continuously insist its importance in flattening the curve? Why is this still not the priority when it’s literally our lives on the line? It’s not like the medical experts demanding for mass testing are just stating their opinion about this mindlessly, they studied this laboriously. Make them feel heard so that all the sacrifices that they’re doing and all the deaths of their colleagues are not in vain. More than the words of praises, what our medical professionals truly need right now is TANGIBLE support. Here is to hoping they get that soon. @errren.22
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Here is a photograph taken yesterday from the photo shoot I did in our house. ? I really love dressing up and being dolled up, it makes me feel great and confident of who I am ?
I was actually hesitant to post these pictures of mine. My sister eveb asked me to change my Facebook Profile Picture and it took me hours to decide if I should. But, I realized that this is me, the real me. I should be confident of my body and of who I really am.
At the end of the day, I dress up not for other people but for myself ? To all the ladies out there and even gentlemen who are taking a second to think if they should post their pictures, worried about what will others say their body, remember that we just need to be just ourselves. Be confident and let us support each other ? Let us be friends! IG: @romynaaaaaaa_
They say time heals all wounds, but it has been ages - is heartbreak exempted?
I have forgotten when was the last time we shared a smile - the last time when I saw the glow in your eyes and the last time when you whispered an I love you to me. I have forgotten when, but here I am - writing to you again.
I do not know if you will read this or you will just add this one to my proses and poems that you left unread, but you see, I am still hoping. I am mailing the pain of us to the gods out there - hoping they can take the pain away. I should have gotten over you, but instead of forgetting and accepting our ending, I am writing about us in tissue sheets, carving about us on trees, telling about us on the back of my journals, hoping that a thousand or a million write ups about us, can make me forget about what happened.
I am writing, waiting for the point where I can no longer write anymore, for I have none to tell - but when? I have nothing in me anymore, but the memories of us - and no matter how hard I try put those to its own grave, the memories grow back like lilies in the swamp - painful and beautiful at the same time.
No matter how hard I try to silence those and put it at the back of my mind, those ring back, playing like the favorite song we used to listen. They say heartbreaks turn into poetry and that is what happening to us - but poetry should be dulcet and dreamy, why does ours sound like pain and agony? They say time heals all wounds, but it has been ages - is heartbreak exempted? Darling, I guess not.